STEPPIN' FWD

City full of cold niggas

Should be in a winter coat

Been this cold forever like a nigga never had a pulse

Get sick from these stones, make you throw up like a catapult

Big money talks, you can't learn that from Rosetta Stone

Death is close, but I'm clever though

The only finish line is etched in stone

I'm at the top, where the winners go

You can hear my heart like a stethoscope

I am too shiny to hide, profits are high

I got a lot on my mind, won't stop the grind

To many eyes, spotting, both my pockets to blind